Two steps backwards.

I've had a rough couple of days. Yesterday, a glorious, sunny, Saturday, we went downtown to stroll around the Farmer's Market and the Pearl Street Mall. I wasn't feeling great when we left, but figured the fresh air would help. Alas, no. After an hour or two of feeling sharp, spasmodic pains around the implant every few seconds, I was dizzy and nauseated and fighting back tears. Steve got me home before I totally fell apart, and I spent the rest of the day on the couch.

By early evening, the pains were driving me so crazy that we called the on-call doctor. She said they were normal, and I should take pain-killers and, if necessary, a muscle relaxant. With the help of Vicodin, I eventually fell asleep, but the spasms awakened me at 7 this morning.

I tried Tylenol, stretching, massage, and a shower. For now, the pains have subsided (although I can almost feel one waiting to strike). Instead, they have been replaced by the worst nausea I've felt since the surgery, and another wave of dizziness.

I'm frustrated. I've had surgery before, and have always bounced back quickly. Yet here I am, nearly a week post-op, and I feel far worse than I did a day or two after the operation. I'm annoyed at the doctor, who didn't give me any information, written or otherwise, about what I might experience during this recovery period. I'm annoyed at my body, for not being able to do anything other than mope and sleep. And I'm annoyed at myself, for making this decision that so far has brought me only pain and discomfort.

I expect that in a few months, when I'm hearing more and better than I ever have, that I'll look back on these days as a mere blip on the screen. Right now, though, it sucks.

Comments

[Kate]

Hi,

This is my first post to your blog - have been following it for awhile and really enjoy reading it.

Sorry to hear that you're having a bad time - have been following your story with interest for awhile. I do hope you are feeling better soon.